The next morning, when I awoke, I began to plan what I would do on the day, as John had decided to attend an all-day seminar at a local hotel. While still relaxing in bed, I started to reflect on our recently re-activated sex life. For many years, we both had been so busy with our careers and raising our two kids, now out on their own. Sex had taken a back seat to our schedules then, but in retirement and our empty nest, there was plenty of free time to indulge. Still, we indulged our hobbies and a little bit of travel instead.
But my discovery of John whacking off to a porno video, and me surprising him after an early return from a shopping trip, has now led to the long-suppressed disclosure of his bedroom fantasy desires. I found that I was good with that, and it rekindled what we had been missing. The infrequent oral sex that we'd treated as our only outlet - his pussy-eating skills, and my blowjob expertise, had made me conclude that we'd passed our peak interest in sex. But John's wish to be dominated had awakened a hidden desire in myself, and some regret in having missed out on a lot by not indulging my own fantasies, perhaps suppressed ones that had been dormant all those years.
However, my transition to talking dirty and vocalizing my own desires had reinvigorated our mutual interest, and the now-daily sessions have certainly had an effect. While just thinking about this, my hand had moved to my pussy and I sensed the dampness in the folds of my labia, and moved my other hand to join the party, dipping deeper as I became more aroused. On imagining John's tongue where my fingers were now, my cunt leaked its juices. He enjoys twisting the breadth of his tongue so it is deeply inserted on one side of my pussy, so he can slide it, up and down, the full length of my slit. Then he removes it, pauses for an excruciating moment before twisting to bathe the other side of my love tunnel. Without his tongue even touching the hood of my clit, it still retracts on its own, and becomes a very hard nub - erect like a mini-cock and dying for attention. Minutes pass until John laps the button, then wraps his whole mouth around the entire mound, and begins sucking on it. The little vacuum this creates stretches the clit to its full length, and then he can do his "clock dance" all around the compass points, with intermittent jabbing, just with the tip of his tongue. He tortures me by softly breathing on it before resuming the 360-degree trip around my clitoris. This never fails to get me squirming and I know that his educated tongue can feel the contractions start from deep within my pussy, even if I give him little vocal confirmation that I'm approaching orgasmic heights. I soon slump back and release his head from the death-grip that has welded his mouth down on my pussy as I felt the climax building. The constant sliding up and down of his tongue, and the dipping in-and-out with the tip, made my juices flow steadily and drip down, lubricating my asshole, before leaking onto the sheets. My fingers were a poor substitute for his tongue's attention, but I craved release, and rubbed my clit until I climaxed. Now I had the rest of the day to await his return so I could enjoy the real thing, counting on my domination of him - I knew I could attack him as soon as he stepped in the door. And I did just that when he arrived home, much later, to find me aroused and clothed only in his favourite "fuck-me" attire.
"Well, I see that you have started without me," as he reached under my lacy lingerie and his fingers met a soaking-wet pussy, since I'd been playing with myself for the last half-hour, waiting impatiently, but taking matters into my own hands, so to speak!
"I've come twice while waiting, so follow me to the bedroom, and lose the clothes, right now!"
"Yes, Mistress," he said, and I grabbed his semi-stiff cock as he peeled his boxers down, and took up a position by the side of the bed.
"Wait while I put a pillow under my ass; it's so much better when I can see you munching my twat. And my hands are also free to tweak my nipples while you're doing your duty," I next told him. With my legs dangling on either side of his head - I used them instead of my hands to force him down to my pussy, and hold him tightly, with just the occasional break to let him breathe. My anticipation of the pussy-eating had worked me up, so I did not need him to nibble on my tits to get me ready to accept the tongue-lashing that I expected.
As he ate me, I continued talking to him, "Are you enjoying my cunt, cum-slut? Where do you want to spill your seed today? Dig your tongue deeper. I can't see your cock - stop, stand up, and beat it for me!"
He backed up, and obeyed, and it was already rock-hard after a couple of strokes. "Now, jack it faster...faster...but don't you dare come yet!"
He moaned and seemed ready to burst, so I told him to kneel down again and resume eating me. He whimpered a little, but obeyed, and I could feel the cream already oozing out of me. For another ten minutes, I made him continue, and soon after, my pussy contracted several times, and I slumped back while my orgasm washed over me. When I opened my eyes, there he was, furiously beating his meat, groaning, and he begged,
"Can I come now, Mistress, I need to come, right now...please?"
